Word about what happened on Korriban was sweeping through Imperial space. There were rumors that there would be a Holonet address soon. Altair’s name was thrown around quite a bit on how he took command of the situation after the First Blade dropped dead. The Killik invasion resulted in a lot of casualties and cleanup was still in progress. The tiefling needed a bit of time away from it, especially from all the extra attention. As if he didn’t have enough women clamoring over him before, it was worse now than ever.
Altair was walking down the hall of the Sith temple on Raxus, having returned here with what remained of his troops so they could disperse here. Many of them needed armor repairs and the tiefling had the painful job of writing back to the families of the Imperials that fell in combat. It was a part of the Empire no one talked about, the fact that beneath each Imperial armor was a man or woman with a life and family. Many of them had small children that were waiting for them to come home. And so many wouldn’t.
The dog tags of the soldiers that fell in battle jingled against Altair’s hip. He always held onto them until it was time to return them to their families. The tiefling wasn’t feeling great about what happened despite others celebrating him. He walked with a few Imperials, whispers erupting along the corridors as they walked. Students from different classrooms rushed to the doors to sneak a peek. Of course, the girls were chattering excitedly or trying to catch his attention.
Altair’s mind was far from this place. He was clad in his armor, his helmet hiding his eyes. He would only be here for a day or two before returning to Ziost.
@LadyRen
